His nose brushed against hers, and Arianna froze, every nerve in her body on edge. Their breaths mingled, warm and heavy, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable—his lips finally claiming hers. The moment felt too intimate, too consuming, and suddenly she found herself blurting words she hadn’t planned.
“Nothing happened, Enzo,” she whispered, their cheeks grazing as though they were tethered together. “Not with him, not with anyone. I swear.”
His voice, low and husky, came after what felt like a lifetime. “Arianna…” He lingered, as if tasting the name. “I believe you. Your lips tell me you’re a virgin, but your whole body screams it at me.”
Her chest tightened. “What does it scream?” she dared, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
“That it’s never been touched.” His no
